"We're all injured?"
Xin Wuming and the other four found that rather amusing, their faces full of mockery.
"Kid, even if I'm injured and can only wield fifty or sixty percent of my strength, killing you would still be no great difficulty!"
Xin Wuming sneered disdainfully. "I'll give you five breaths to offer up the treasure with both hands. Otherwise, I'll take your life immediately!"
Though Xin Wuming said this, even if Su Mo handed over the treasure, he had no intention of sparing Su Mo's life.
He had lived for over twenty years. From childhood until now, no one had ever dared tell him to get lost!
"You want my life?"
A trace of teasing amusement appeared in Su Mo's eyes. These people were all gravely wounded, their bodies battered and covered in injuries. He only needed a few breaths to devour all their blood and turn every one of them into a dried corpse.
"There's no need for five breaths. Within one breath, I can take your life!"
Su Mo's voice was icy, his killing intent laid bare.
The instant his words fell, Su Mo struck. The Spirit Severing Sword flashed from its sheath, transforming into a dazzling streak of sword light that traced a graceful arc as it swept horizontally.
Surging sword intent shot into the heavens, and chilling cold light instantly closed in on Xin Wuming's waist.
"Courting death!"
Xin Wuming roared. He had never expected Su Mo to dare attack first, but he was unafraid. Drawing his saber and circulating his true essence, Xin Wuming prepared to kill Su Mo.
At that moment, his expression abruptly changed. He only felt the true essence within him suddenly descend into chaos, causing his movements to stall.
Not only that, the dozen or so wounds he had sustained